She asked for a tea party so innocently, urgently, and sweetly. How could I say no? Her brothers were napping. It was the perfect time for tea.
She said saucers were a must. I agreed.
She sipped the tea, pinky in the air. I asked her where she learned her tea manners. She replied
from my American Girl books.
Of course. I smiled. The books are a constant in her hand. She devours them chapter by chapter over and over.
She giggled and chattered and radiated beauty and light from her eyes.
She is sunshine and girly-ness, a welcome complement to her rough and tumble brothers.
She speaks in a sing-songy voice, and as I sipped my sweet pomegranate tea I willed the moment to freeze for just a moment. I breathed her in and marveled in who she is and who she is becoming.
She is growing up so quickly.
May she never outgrow tea parties.
Addis Ababa Time